Bai Jinxiu did not chatter with the Eldest Princess any longer. She paid her respects, then hurriedly took Cuibi and rushed to Qinghui Courtyard.
As she lifted the curtain and stepped through the door, she saw her eldest sister sitting by the window on a soft divan, sipping almond milk. Bai Jinxiu had expected her to be on her deathbed, but she was far from it.
On the small table beside her was a lamp covered by a crystal shade and an ancient book. Her eldest sister's dark hair was casually pinned up with a wooden hairpin, free of any jewels, and she appeared calm. She used a small silver spoon to bring some almond milk to her lips. Bai Jinxiu, seeing that her sister showed no signs of severe illness, finally felt at ease.
